The boys were up at dawn a brewing a pot.
Yessir, the campfire was more smoky than hot.
But, that first Mountain Man breakfast sure tasted fine.
As well as the blueberry pie on which we did dine.

This was the dawn of out first camping day.
Except fer the tough ones that drove all the way.
Shell Creek gently babbled or maybe it roared.
I could not quite tell last night, 'cause somebody snored.

After cleaning the dishes with soapy water and paper towels,
Some headed up the road to the Johnny to empty their, er, well you can quess.
Way up on a ridge, we was watched by some deer,
While we said goodby to the campsite and loaded our gear.